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Brisa stared at her beer for a second. Yeah. Down the fucking hatch. Another, if'n ya please, bartender. Gods this was hard. And to think she'd asked Dave to come face Jesse with her. Maybe that was why he was so fucked up now, 'cause Jesse had torn him up in his head somehow. Salt and sand...

Brisa sighed. "Luz is off her mental reservation half the time, but she doesn't lie, I think. She... likes to draw people's ire away from me. Or mine away from other people. Both." She rubbed her face and ordered another drink. So this was how it worked. Dave insisted he didn't have problems...

Brisa listened to the three of them talk and forgot her beer, her tail thrashing with increasing intensity as the emotional charge got worse and worse. Dave was gonna snap any minute and she didn't have an angle on Mia and the Shadow yet, groups were so complicated– "Mia," she said...

Brisa hadn't spent much time around Mia, but she was starting to pick up on how the relationship between her and Dave worked. She hadn't figured out if there was a useful way for her to interject yet, but... she was working on it. In this case, she didn't care about being useful. "A person's...

More beer. Drinking gave comfort, in exchange for some of her mental sharpness. She wished for both, but chose to be goddamn comfortable. "I was better off with you than alone. Better than with almost anyone who coulda come, probably. I mean that." Again, her tone didn't match the appreciation...

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"Don't worry about it," said Brisa. "It's fine." It wasn't entirely alright, but it wasn't as much of a problem as the Shadow seemed to think, and that... meant it was fine. Then, considering with her tail flicking in discomfort that this might not be wholly reassuring, "I still appreciated you...

She hadn't actually expected him to apologise, and hadn't been fixing to ask. Huh. "Yeah, well, it coulda gone plenty worse, believe me. I'm just amazed he fuckin' said sorry." That was something Jesse and Dave had in common. Stubborn as hell right up until you counted on it. She kept at her...

Dave's Shadow looked absolutely wretched. The sorry creature surely needed nothing so much as a kind word but... Well, Dave had been clear. "Fine," said Brisa. "We can just drink." And she did.

...'Not under great stress now'...? What? Brisa chewed her cheek as she looked over the odd trio. Took a long drink of her beer. Flicked her tail. "Y'all mind if'n I take our shadow companion here aside fer a minute? Fer a private conversation, like."

Brisa's lip curled back and her brow furrowed as she processed both Mia's jargon and Dave's paraphrasing of a bizarre belief. "One thing at a time... First, we ain't exactly done any research on shadows, but fer whatever reason, Spectrum folks sure do seem to manifest 'em under great stress...

Brisa rolled her shoulders in discomfort. "Best I can tell, shadows are the thoughts and feelings we're least comfortable with, comin' out when you're in a bind." Her gaze drifted off into nowhere. "I saw my shadow just the one time. She was chained up, weepin', and bleedin' from the chest...

Brisa shook her head. "I ain't here to talk at all, just t'drink. Not surprised or unhappy t'see ya here. I weren't expectin' t'see yer Shadow, though. Must've been one especially shitty night." She wasn't having a great time either, but at least her fucking Shadow wasn't manifesting...

Losing Sword. Losing her temper. That thing with Owen. Worrying about Astrid. Losing her temper again with Karat. Could nothing be easy? Could nothing be painless? Everything was shit and that... that meant getting drinks. Lots of drinks. But practically the first damn thing she saw on entering...

"I'm with a couple of kids? Fine, I guess. Just so long as I can have some peace." Dusk raised a brow. What would this sneasel be like to deal with? Her chest tightened at the thought of a poor interaction with an intact sneasel, even one of a different culture in a foreign world.

Brisa looked to Starr. Another unplanned combat with Giovanni and his minions... How would she take that? "Luz, Cabot's right. Send word." She went to Starr's side and stayed there, unsure if there was anything to say that would matter so much as the physical reminder, I'm with you. There...

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Damnit. Brisa wasn't in time to help. But... "Y'all are safe?" she asked, hesitant. It sure seemed like there was no battle, no crisis to fix. Just... the ominous concern of looking at a shadowed teammate. "This is all so excitin'," said Luz, beaming. "I ain't seen a shadowed mon yet! It's...

Jesse pulled back his flask and took a long swig. Fuck him for giving a shit about this fucking lycanroc, then. "This what y'think pity looks like, huh?" he murmured to himself. He'd figure Lee out later. He didn't need to go digging in the fella's head. That could wait. ...wait for what...

Good grief. The fella was happy to antagonise a bunch of strangers, but the minute Jesse turned a scornful word his way and made a little conversation with another stranger, he collapsed into despair and sought out a goddamn drinking den. 'Replaced', indeed. They'd known each other for about a...